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To stop kissing her seems like such an impossible task. I don't want to stop feeling and tasting her lips. I don't want to rush anywhere and I don't feel the need to go quickly about it, especially when she puts both of her hands around my neck and sends a shiver down my spine.

When I put my hands around her shoulders, she sinks into my hold, kissing me slowly and with a careful movement of her lips. We're not messy in any way, it's just... It's just about enjoying it and to do that we don't need to behave like animals.

My hands slide down her back and stop on her hips and lower back. She comes even closer, her fingers slightly digging into my shoulders.

I can't help myself, I lean closer to her and start pushing her down until her back is pressed against the cushions of the couch below us.

She moans into my mouth a little when she's caught beneath me but it's not enough for her to break the kiss. It appears it isn't enough at all because she deepens it, pulling me down closer to her. If I was on my outstretched hands at first, I go down on my elbows so I can deepen the kiss.

Her hands trace over my back, pushing her palms into my skin, just feeling me close while kissing me. It's such a pleasuring agony to be so teased by her, be so... teased by myself because I don't want to finish this as quickly as possible.

For the first time since she kissed me back, the kiss is broken by me, only so I can leave a trace of wet pecks along her jaw until I reach her neck. Annabelle inhales sharply when I'm no longer keeping her lips occupied and she exposes her neck to me, stretching it to give me as much skin to kiss as possible.

Her fingers are tangled in my hair and slightly pull on it whenever I find that dear sweet spot on her neck. Her breathing becomes rapid, I feel her chest rising and falling, grazing mine as if inviting me to give it more attention. And give it the attention I shall. Moving downwards with my lips, I leave a few kisses on the shoulder that peeks out of the overlarge shirt she's wearing.

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Hell, I want to peel that shirt right off of her. I want to see the shirt fall off her shoulders and keep her warm from the sides. I want her naked and I want all of her.

She holds my face up when I leave the last kiss on her shoulder and her eyes show me the direction which I should focus on. She shifts beneath me, like making more space for easier access.

Our eyes lock when my hands reach the first button of her shirt. With each one that I undo, she inhales sharply, her breath hitching for a moment. It all becomes a game for us - the slower I go, the more the excitement rises. The more time I take to tend to every single button on its own, the more turned on we both are.

Then finally. Finally. Finally, the shirt falls apart, her chest and abdomen like the stage revealed by the curtain. Her body is freckled, not much but I spot a freckle here and there - how adorable and sexy that is on her.

Her breasts are still caught in her bra, and just seeing them rising and falling as if trying to break the wall but failing to do so over and over again makes me want to reach for it, set the femininity free but Annabelle doesn't give me the pleasure - not yet.

She looks right into my eyes and tugs on my shirt, showing me it's in the way and that it's bothering her. She doesn't let me take it off, though. She slides her hands under the fabric and across the bare skin of my abdomen and all the way to my back.

I close my eyes in the sensation, the warmth I felt before consuming me more and more, with every touch of her fingertips. Eventually, she pulls me as close as possible, takes my shirt off and throws it somewhere, to a place that doesn't matter right now at all and like it never will.

Then... Hell, at last, she lets me touch her for real like I've wanted to for a long, long time. She gives me the pleasure of letting my hands go behind her back, find the clip of her bra and undo it.

Just the sight of the lace loosely resting on her breasts... I could look at it all day. With just a small slide of the fabric, the bra falls off of her.

Is it for her pale skin or is it just knowing I have been denied this before sight that makes all of her look so... innocent, untouched and more than ready to let me in?

She rests back, looking up every now and then as if wanting me to take in all of her naked beauty. No wonder she was hesitant of exposing herself in the car. And it was definitely worth the wait.

I can't help but pin my lips to the skin of her breasts, kiss them and nurture them, play with them. And her chest isn't as firm as I mostly prefer on girls but then again, I want to roll my eyes back in the adoration of the softness, the sort of jiggliness.

I think I'm quite in favour of these.

Annabelle silently and lightly grunts, wrapping her hands around my neck, caressing it and lightly scratching it. It's such a mixed signal, I don't know if she wants this rough or steady but it's safer to play nice than go all Rambo on her.

She always brings her hips to mine and leans her head back when I kiss her nipples in a round movement. As responsive as she is to every touch, this is the one she prefers the most, and to see she can get so turned on by this, it's mind blowing to me.

I've waited a long time for this, to see and consume her breasts completely but it's definitely not enough. I like to play but I tend to get bored quickly. I want her thighs, the softness of the woman's thighs and the inviting nature of them.

Although my hands enjoy feeling her body, especially the lower part now, around her behind and thighs, all of it which is still wrapped in her trousers, I refuse to let my lips leave her chest alone.

There are no more interruptions from her side like before, she lets me do whatever I want and with the green light moaning at me 'Go' I pull off her jeans and stocking along - I look like a total expert but I had no idea she was wearing those too.

She cups my face again and brings me up to her lips but as soon as we unite in a kiss, she wastes no time and rushes to undoing my trousers as well. I don't know how many time she has done this but she is very skilful at getting a man undressed.

With Annabelle, everything is always surprising. She has jumped and yelled at me, she has agreed to help me out with Devon, she has told me I have a potential of being a good father - all of the surprises she has thrust upon me. Given how she has let me touch her and do all the praising to her body, she takes the image of the princess away, pulls down my underwear to my knees and just grabs me for my erection.

I stiffen momentarily in surprise and some worry, even though she has done that very gently, then she whispers in my ear "Don't worry, I'll be careful with you."

It's not even dirty talk but it feels like my erection got an erection. She slowly starts stroking me, twisting her grip a little, tightening and loosening it. Basically, she wants to drive me nuts and she's successful at it. I forget to kiss her lips, her skin, to touch her body with my hands, it's like I exist in an erotic limbo.

Abruptly, she stops, probably because she realises I wouldn't put an end to it myself - except for... an unacceptable possibility.

I look at her, pretty exhausted after this pleasure session and smile "Oh, I'm gonna drive you nuts."

She smiles like a devil pretending to be an angel "I'm counting on it."

In unison, we lean towards each other and start kissing again. I tuck my thumbs behind her underwear and slowly, teasingly, painfully pull it down her legs. Annabelle cooperates and in the end, it's her who throws her panties to the side with her feet before she wraps those legs around me.

I want to bury myself in her so badly. It's an urge that is physically painful to resist but I manage all thanks to her slow kisses. She puts her hands under my arms and onto my back, pulling me down to her again, as if afraid I might run away in the middle of this and leave her alone, yearning like this.

I am trying so hard to keep my length away from her, otherwise, I'd turn into a lustful animal, though it looks like she wouldn't mind it. Her legs around me keep pushing me down, inviting me to get to the real business.

I break the kiss but I don't think either of us opens our eyes "You ready?"

"A-ha..." she breathes back.

Slowly, I steady myself on my arms, I don't want to crush her with my weight at any point. She spreads her legs more so that now they aren't wrapped around me completely.

We're actually doing this!

With a gentle move of my hips, I make the first thrust. We both moan and hiss at the completeness we feel. I am taken away by how ready she is and she keeps bringing her hips closer to me, wanting that deep feeling.

We look at each other as I slowly pull back and thrust in again. She grunts slightly and brings my face down into a kiss as I slightly speed up the rhythm or we'd be stuck like that for an eternity - not necessarily a bad thing, though.

She pulls her lips away from mine and leans her chin on my shoulder as she moans out and I bury my face in her neck where she can feel my breath and my lips on her skin.

Her hips move in sync with mine, she's not one of those who wants the man to do all the work. She's willing to work with me, building the pleasure together.

I never disrupt the rhythm. Sometimes it feels so good to do it, see the girl squirm or to give her time to breathe, but there's no need to do it with Annabelle. Our bodies meet half the way with each thrust and with every one, her breath hitches more.

I'm getting breathless myself. She's just so natural about this, and not sex, but seducing, like I'm there to pleasure her, not in a way that we do it because we both feel like it.

Her fingernails dig into my back, scratching me lightly as I follow her natural curve. She's so easy to please, in a way she doesn't need any extra sex toys or who knows what kind of orchid positions. She finds pleasure in natural things and doing it with her, see how invested she is in it, it brings pleasure to me as well.

As we get used to the feeling of each other, we start kissing again, which is even better. Every grunt and moan she lets out, she does so against my lips, sending an unusual vibrating pleasure of hers all over my body.

I don't know if she has a G-spot and if I can hit it in any way, but suddenly she moans louder than before but not in an orgasmic way. She hugs me closer, our chests rubbing together as she whispers with her undone voice "Oh, Nathan..."

My name usually enhances the need to claim every girl I'm with but when Annabelle does it, I just want to deepen it, make it last longer. It's pleasing in a completely different way but as long as it brings me pleasure, I'm happy with it.

She starts kissing my neck sloppily, leaving wet spots over my skin after warming it with her hot lips. It makes me grunt and thrust harder into her a couple of times and she announces each one of them with a yelping moan.

When she leans her head back in pleasure, her cheek is against mine and we're gasping against each other's ear, telling each other how pleasing one is and how enjoyable we are together.

Annabelle moans a couple of times but rather silently like she's running out of breath then she pulls me into a kiss again, capturing my lips with neediness like she's looking for more energy. And it's so hard to keep up with her kisses and not to forget about thrusting with the right rhythm that will bring us to the climax. Then again, it's also so easy to do so - to feel her softness, to feel the woman that she is.

Then she lifts up her thighs, sets them on the sides of my hips and with the next thrust, everything... everything deepens. And with the next thrust, she crosses her legs behind my back and everything deepens even more.

I have to go slower just to breathe and Annabelle smiles when she looks up at me. As if to taunt me, she closes her legs a bit more and just forces me to taste her wholly.

"Oh, God," I breathe out and Annabelle smiles. Seeing that smirk on her face just makes me want to drive her mad and beyond.

Slowly and carefully, all while aware of how my body is responding to hers, I bring up the rhythm back to the previous one.

Annabelle wraps her arms and intertwines them on my back, all while slightly moaning during the kisses she is leaving on my shoulder.

Every time I move, either in or out, she always moves her hips like she doesn't want me to leave. Whatever I do, she responds to it in a best and sometimes surprising way. Her body never indicates it has had enough of anything, it's always seeking for more.

And she's so sweetly ready for anything. Maybe she's not as tight as a virgin, but the way she accepts me in and lets our bodies build, evolve the level of need - that arouses me beyong control.

Pushing in and out without any implication of stopping and as we are so close to have our chests rubbing together, I feel her breasts beneath me. I just want to suck on them, get more of their taste. I lift myself and distance my upper abdomen from her.

Annabelle's eyes dart at me expressing worry and before she can jump to any horrific conclusions, I hold her thighs and pull her closer, higher and deeper into my domain. I think her eyes roll in pleasure slightly and I smile "We have only just begun."

Fuck...

The dirty smiles she gives me... I could finish myself just by looking at it, it's so freaking hot and sexy.

With gaining more space, I bend down to her chest and capture her nipple between my lips. She grunts again, slouching her back a little, pushing her breasts deeper into my mouth. She also starts moving her hips more actively. Since I'm busy kissing her nipple, sometimes even nibbling on it slightly, she helps me keep up the rhythm and it's making me crazy. When a woman is so active and invested in sex, you're obviously doing it right.

Then her moans pick up, they become louder, heavier and she's tugging on my hair "Yes... Yes... Ah, God!"

If she'll keep moaning and groaning like that, I might relive my first time again. She turns me on like hell, everything inside me is burning with desire and from what I hear, she is feeling the same.

She spreads her legs more and lets one of them rest up on the back rest and deepening our contact doesn't seem to do it for her. Getting so much space, she starts moving her hips round and round in orgasmic circles. I get to feel her inner walls closer in everything that they are. Soft and wet and wanting.

Annabelle cries out whiningly. As wet and turned on as she is, whatever she does isn't enough, nothing will bring her to the final pleasure and I just love to see that.

Damsel in a sexual distress.

Leaving her pale and willing breasts rest and ache in pleasure as the rest of her body, I steady myself up on my elbows. Towering over her, meeting her chest with mine again, I bring up the game of thrusting.

A bit harder and a bit faster than before I hit Annabelle's desirable spot. She closes her eyes and leans her head back, but I'm not letting her go that easy. I want her to work it out with me, so I kiss her and I kiss her deeply because there is not other way.

Her lips tremble as she tries to kiss me back because she doesn't know what to do - kiss me or moan.

"Nathan-" she whispers with a hoarse voice and against my lips until she completely abandons my lips to cry out "G-go deeper!"

And I oblige her. I'm surprised in a most pleasing way to see there's still more way to go in.

She holds me closes and her hands are firmly steadied. What I thought was gripping before, turns out be just mere caressing compared to what she's doing now.

I'm thrusting in directly and she's circling her hips. Both of our breaths are hitching and it's hard for both of us to stay quiet. We are both getting tense.l Maybe she can't feel the tensity in me but I can definitely feel it in her, how she's slowly closing on me like the world crashing down.

Her moans reach its peak. She hasn't screamed and she has kept mostly quiet which is what makes her moans so mind blowing once they come to the surface as actual sexual moans. She sends all of my masculinity spinning with them. I want to hear more of them, I want to cause more of them, I want to feel the words on my lips or on my skin, I want to experience the moans for myself.

Annabelle's thigh that's pressed against my hip hardens and the other one soon joins it.

Shit. She's really close. Really, really close.

"God! Oh, God!" She yells, unable to decide what feels better, to close her legs and tightens the thrusting or to spread them far and wide and give me more access. Though, we both agree if she closes them, the feeling is much more erotic and pleasing for both of us.

I slowly begin to feel the tingling in my abdomen. The familiar last station before the stop.

Her fingernails are digging into my shoulders, scratching me lightly and the way she's contracting with such a painfully slow pace, my breath jumps up and I have an intense urge to go as wild as I have to to bring her to the edge with me and push us over.

More and more her head is leaning back, but her body is trying to climb as close as possible to mine. Her womanhood wants to unite with what I have to offer. If our thighs won't be soaking wet after this... I can't imagine how we could have done this neatly.

Annabelle's moans aren't static and they aren't dying down. They are rising, pulling me off with them and I know only a few more thrusts and I'll break. Soon her loud gasps and groans become impenetrable. A repeated bunch of them unite into one loud and proud confession of sexual pleasure that is so hard to reach.

I can't do it any longer like this. I can't stall it and I'm not willing to do so. I pin her down with my weight, all that she can do is regulate how much access to her will she gives me with her legs. All the pressure, all the teasing, all the wait and all the build-up comes rushing out.

I don't go harder but I definitely go quicker all to speed up the arrival of pleasure. At first Annabelle yelps at the sudden change of the rhythm but the way she accepts me, all of her feminine warmth coating me from all sides.

She's grunting loudly by this time and I'm no different. we're falling apart and collapsing together, both of us desperate to move till the end and find our release. She presses her head against my shoulder and suddenly, out of nowhere and rather surprisingly, she contracts completely, closes on me so I can barely move inside her and screams against my skin as her fingers press into my skin as if she wants to pierce through it.

The finishing touch of her, the sounds she releases and the feel of her wake up something withing me that rushes and spills orgasm all over me - I can feel it in my head and right down to my toes. With the explosion going on inside of me, I resonate it in my thrusts, unable to steer clear from going all in with everything that I have to go.

Her grunts accompany every last thrust of mine before I spill and with controlled pressure collapse on her.

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Annabelle's grip on my shoulders softens until her hands are just resting there all the while both of us only exist together - naked and wrapped together.

She shifts and gives me some space where I can lie down next to her. Without exchanging any words or glances, we sink into the cushions. She eventually wraps my shirt around her shoulders and covers her chest and I pull on my underwear. Other than that, it's all on us and our bodies to keep each other warm.

A/N: You're welcome >3<

I'm curious if you see the difference in Nathan's narration in previous sex scenes and this one (¬‿¬)

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